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Yawning, still in her pajamas, Wendy closed the door behind her, intent on cartoons and cereal in the common room.

She wasn't ready for teeth sinking into her leg as a gremlin quickly climbed her in an attempt to escape the dog that very shortly bowled her over.

Shaking her head and picking up the spotted dog's lead, Sabrina Duncan jogged down the hall. Slowly. Without a bra.

[Follows this. Establishly.]

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Wendy Watson

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